Page 25 of The Hunt of Night

“Can you say that in a complete sentence? I don’t understand caveman, or cavewolf in your case.”

His gaze latches onto mine, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, making my thighs press together as I wait expectantly in my lust-induced haze for a response.

“It makes sense why you’re my alpha.”

“I’m not your alpha.”

“You are…in here.”

Before I can decipher wherehereis, exactly, he crushes his lips to mine.

We’re all hands and mouths, claiming, accepting, tugging desperately at one another as the world melts away.

All of my problems, my concerns, and my darkness fall away.

The first press of his hand underneath my t-shirt raises goosebumps in his wake, and a moment later, my back hits the ground with a thud, but the pain doesn’t register as I continue to deepen our connection.

There’s no gentleness, no sweetness, no delicacy, just raw desire and need.

My cloak twists awkwardly around my neck, stuttering my breaths as I gasp. Cassian eases up on my lips as he hovers above me, the feel of the prickly grass beneath me finally registering. His gaze is dark and heated, but it’s not fixed on me. He’s staring at my pebbled nipples that are begging for attention.

He lowers his head slowly, a complete contrast to the man ravaging me moments earlier, but the bite around my taut peaks is something sinister. I cry out, my back arching up off the ground as I scramble to hold on. To what, I don’t know, but every time I sink my fingers into the grass, I tug too hard, leaving the green blades in my palms.

“That’s it, Alpha. Show me how much you want me,” he breathes, earning a glare.

“I don’t,” I grumble, lying despite my actions, and he knows it.

His palm is curled around my pussy in the next breath, grinding against my needy clit, and my eyes roll back with pleasure. “I bet if I remove the fabric between us right now, I’d find you wet and wanting.”

I shake my head, unable to draw the lie from my lips, but the grin that curls the corner of his mouth tells me he’s more than willing to prove me wrong.

Using his enhanced abilities, I barely take a breath before a cool breeze drifts over my exposed skin, and I realize my pants are gone, along with my boots and panties. He stares at me, hunger burning bright in his forest-green eyes as I lay naked from the waist down.

“The devil shouldn’t look this tempting,” he murmurs, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he devours me with his eyes.

Unclasping my cloak, I miss the sharp pull against my skin, but it’s worth it to rid the rest of the clothes from my body. I don’t care where we are. I’m done being far too dressed when it comes to this man playing my body to the perfect tune. I’m readyfor my sweet harmony to pour through my veins with my skin flush against his.

I tug my t-shirt over my head and discard the lace bra barely containing my breasts and lay in all of my glory, watching as his stare turns feral.

His fingers press into my hips, flipping me in one swift move. He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust myself as he places me like a doll, moving my legs and arms until I’m in the exact position he wants.

My thighs tremble with anticipation, my knees shoulder-width apart as I brace on my elbows. Peering over my shoulder at him, I find he’s discarded every inch of material that draped his skin moments earlier. My vision zones in on his thick cock, jutting in my direction, eager for the attention I so desperately want to give.

“You look like a wolf ready to pounce, Alpha.” I shiver at his words, my breath lodging in my chest as I peer at him. “Tell me, do you want to feel the wolf that lives deep inside of you?” His eyes are fixed on mine as he slowly rolls a condom down the length of his dick. It makes my mouth dry, and my ability to respond is long gone. “Answer me.”

It takes more strength than I care to admit to lift my gaze to meet his. “There’s only one wolf I want to feel inside of me right now, and if you don’t hurry up, I’ll?—”

My words are lost as he lines up his cock with my entrance and slams deep inside of me. It’s impossible to adjust to him at first. My fingers dig deep into the ground, going beyond the grass as I search for the soil to keep me in place.

“You’ll what?” he goads, flexing his hips slightly to circle his cock deep into my core.

I have no words, no response, nothing to give him, and he knows it.

My head dips, my hair grazing the grass as I try to move, but he holds me in place, forcing me to submit.

“Look at you, knees buried in the ground, hands smeared with mud. You truly are a feral little wolf itching to come out to play. I wonder how dirty we can make you?”

I turn, glaring at him over my shoulder, but he doesn’t get to feel the wrath of it because he starts to move and I succumb to his touch.

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